Temporal Predator and Phantom Ghost (OCs X RWBY Vol4+)

Burning Purge

Yeta was awakened to find himself in a pile of sand. He laid on his back on the mound, his chest to the sky as he gasped for air. He attempted to roll over, yet a large metallic spike kept him pinned, not allowing him to puke up the water and essentially drowning him on land. He couldn't feel the pain of this spike lodged through his bicep, writhing in place before attempting to roll on his side towards the spike as he forced the water out.

Pain...

And like that, the adrenaline wore off and he felt this jagged spear in his arm, before he was forced to the ground by a large metallic boot.

"We're done when I say we're done, Zero." Savitr snarled. Whenever the "deity" spoke, that avian jaw didn't move.

Either he has a disembodied voice, or this truly is just his helmet...

Suddenly, the spear was ripped from Yeta's arm and returned to Savitr's forearm as the one-armed warrior was lifted by the throat.

Right... I know my work is strong, but this is just ridiculous... No way it would have survi-

He was cut off from his thoughts as he was slammed into the ground with enough force to cause a small crater of sand that sent it everywhere. Savitr then dug his claws into Yeta's shoulder, hauling him through his world of Speed once more.

...

This time, the God dragged his plaything to another location. They stood on a cliff, overlooking a massive city of fire. Skyscrapers crumbled under an enormous pillar of light that scorched the city from the clouds.

"Familiar, isn't it? Wait, wrong mortal." Savitr let out a sarcastic chuckle as he pulled Yeta's flesh.

"Wh-... I- this isn't-.... is it-...?"

"Of course it is. You think a God would be bound by such petty laws? You've met the Destroyer, dear Zero, or- you will. You know True Gods are more capable than human imagination. Here we stand, the year 2552. Epsilon Eridani II."

"Smith's home..."
"I love what they did with the place."
"You're sick..."
"LOOK WHO'S TALKING!"

Suddenly, Yeta found himself held by the throat as an overwhelming burning sensation coated him, surrounded by a familiar purple light.

Savitr had dragged him into the beam. Yeta, through his screams of agony, could see Savitr's lightning sparking off of his armor and into Yeta's flesh. The nanites in his body seemed to supercharge from the lightning and even managed to heal faster than the beam could burn him. And just as quickly as he had been dragged in, he felt the burning stop. Savitr now held him against a damaged skyscraper, laughing. That sick son of a bitch was laughing as he tortured him.

"This is why I love you."
"Ayo-"
"No matter what I do, you won't die. I could spend forever dispersing judgement upon you for your actions, and your upcoming ones. But then who's the hero?" Savitr snarled as he slammed Yeta into the side of the building, bringing the entire thing down upon them. Yet, the pair stood, Savitr untouched and Yeta quickly healing from the immense pressure.

"See that? An entire skyscraper. 1.8 billion tons of concrete and glass, and here you stand."
"Well, n-not exactly laying the entire building upon me with one center of gravity-"
"Not the point!" Savitr roared, the jaw opening as he let out this metallic shriek of rage.

"I think it's time we moved on. How about a trip down memory lane?" Savitr snapped as he brought the pair to another place. They now stood on the top of a ruined building. Yeta writhed in fear in Savitr's grip as he recognized the streets below.